I made one final attempt to change my fate, “Aunt Kate, when you had your finger up inside me, you said that there was nothing in there, so maybe I don’t really need an enema... ?”

“Oh, but you do! I want you to be cleaned out a little farther up inside. I have short fingers Andy, so we can’t make any assumptions on the state of things higher up in your rectum. Besides, the enema I’m going to give you is going to be an important new experience for you. You’ll see.” And so it was settled.

“Okay Andy, I’m going to insert the nozzle now. It’s going to feel a little different than a finger or a thermometer because it has the rounded knob at the tip. When the knob slips past your sphincter, that strong tight ring of muscles is going to suddenly pull it inside you. You’re going to feel a sudden pop as it advances into your rectum, so just be prepared.”

Kate readjusted my position —“This is a good enema position too. Being tilted halfway between being on your stomach and on your side gives your belly some room to accommodate the enema water. Having your bottom up helps prevent the pressure of the water in your rectum from building up too much.”

“Now, I’m just gently pressing the nozzle against your bottom hole. It’s time for you to bear down for me. Push. Push. That’s it! Good! I can see that little anus relaxing for me. More pressure now. Keep pushing. It’s going right inside you. Here comes the pop! Just accept it into your bottom.”

Aunt Kate was right. The “pop” was startling even though she had warned me about it. It felt like a sudden thrust up into me. As soon as it happened, my anus reflexively tightened, clamping down on the hard plastic of the nozzle shaft. This hurt for a few seconds until my bottom slowly relaxed.

“You took that well. Have you recovered enough for me to start the water?”

I sighed, “Yeah, I think so.”

Aunt Kate started the water. I felt nothing for a second or so, but then come a slow gradual pressure in my rectum. I could also feel the part of the shaft in my anus become noticeably warm. The rectal pressure increased and then subsided a bit as I started to sense some fullness in my lower abdomen.

“Very good Andy! Take that water for me!” She had her hand on my upper buttock and was stroking me in a soothing slow cadence. “You’re taking the water soooo well. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked this rhetorically in a playful tone. She knew that it was my first, but I felt like I needed to answer obediently. The first cramp hit just as I started to reply, “No. Uhhh! Never before!”

She could hear the hesitation and tension in my voice, “Its just a cramp, baby. Breathe steadily and it’ll pass. You’re already close to half the bag. We’re going to keep going. If we can get you to two thirds of it, you won’t need a second enema. If this is really your first time, you’re a natural!”

Another more intense cramp came just as Kate said this. This time, the cramp started in my lower abdomen but then transitioned into a rapid build up of pressure in my rectum that panicked me, “Ugh. Aunt Kate! It’s too much! I have to poop!” I tried to get myself up, but Kate quickly pushed me down onto the table.

“Calm down Andy. I’m stopping the water flow. As soon as this cramp subsides, I’m going to take the nozzle out.”

The cramp gradually eased. I was breathing quickly and still in a near panic about leaking and making a mess. Aunt Kate got behind me and spread me open. She had a small towel in one hand. “Andy, it’s going to pop out in reverse as I withdraw it. There may be a few drips of water. Don’t worry about that. Your anus is going to clench reflexively as soon as the tip comes out. That will help you retain the enema till we get you positioned over the bucket to expel.”

I was now thinking of how Kate had told me I had to use the bucket. I was mortified to contemplate that. I tried some pleading, “Aunt Kate, please! Can’t I go into the house and use the toilet?”

“No Andy. You would never make it without leaking. This is your first large enema, and it would be near impossible for you to hold it in. You’d never make it. Now focus. I’m taking out the nozzle. Here comes the pop.”

The “pop” of the nozzle coming out was more unsettling than it had been going in. It felt like I was pooping and then I felt the warm water trickle down onto my butt cheek. Aunt Kate wiped away the leaked water with the towel and then quickly stuffed it between my buttocks. She helped me down off the table and toward the bucket. As soon as I was standing, I felt the full weight of the water inside me and a huge surge of pressure in my rectum. Aunt Kate took away the towel. As I stood with the bucket right behind me, I looked at Kate’s face hoping in vain that she would allow me to escape what was about to happen. I was on the brink of tears and I could feel my chin quiver.

Kate tilted her head and gave me a warm sympathetic look and encouraged me, “Andy, it’s going to be such a relief to let go. Don’t let your embarrassment make this so difficult for you. I know you feel such a strong urge to expel. Just go ahead and give in to that urge.”

I resisted another few seconds, but then the strongest cramp yet hit me hard. I doubled over partly and tried desperately to clench my anus closed as the rectal pressure crescendoed. I felt such a strong urge to squat. As I felt my face become warm with embarrassment, I moved my feet apart and spread my legs and tried to carefully center my bottom over the large white bucket. The first jet of water shot out of me and loudly splashed against the plastic. The torrent continued to spew and the large bucket amplified the sound of the rushing splashing water. The water flowing out of me started to ease the pressure and discomfort, but then it suddenly stopped and I realized to my horror that it had stopped because there was poop trying to come out of me and the poop was acting like a cork and stopping the water. I grunted and looked at Aunt Kate.

“It’s ok Andy, push it out. Its ok. It all has to come out.”

I looked up at her. I was almost in tears now from the cramping pain and the deep embarrassment of knowing that I was about to cross the line. I was about to not just squirt out clearish water, but to actually poop right in front of my aunt. I gave into the near irresistible urge to bear down with a grunt, and what had been plugging me shot from my bottom into the bucket with a thud. It was immediately followed by another torrent of surging water. This sequence happened a few more times in rapid succession, punctuated by noisy farts and my grunts and gasps. Aunt Kate was a few feet in front of me and she was squatted down too so she could make eye contact with me as she offered her encouragement, “Good boy! Poop out that enema for me. It’s ok. Keep going. You’re doing so well! Push it all out!”

Aunt Kate’s words had such an uncanny effect on me. Soothing me. Embarrassing me. Yet at the same time, her utterances were making me ever more eager to please her.

My expulsion went on with gradually diminishing intensity for another few minutes, surprising both of us with the quantity coming out of me. “Andy, you’re really pooping a lot. A lot of water, but a whole lot more than that. You’ve had an enormous BM. I think we can both agree that Aunt Kate was right about you getting this enema.”

“Aunt Kate?”

“Yes? What Andy?“

“I have to pee Aunt Kate.” Strangely, I felt I needed to share this with her.

“Go ahead and pee Andy. That’s fine. Just keep your bottom over the bucket as you pee. When you release your urine, your anus will relax too and any remnant of the enema is likely to come out too.”

I peed as she watched. Sure enough, some additional squirts of water squirted out of my bottom as I peed, just as Aunt Kate had predicted. Trying to pee and struggling to maintain some control of my bowels under my Aunt Kate’s close supervision was so awkward. I had to point my penis down to make sure everything went in the bucket. I was nearly emptied out and there was nothing but drips and trickles now, but I still had to give in to the urge to push, grunting and breathing heavily as I did. Slowly I started to feel back to normal and there was no longer the intense physical parts of the experience to distract me from the unimaginable situation I was in.

“Are you all done Andy?”

“I think so.”

Aunt Kate handed me some toilet tissue. I wiped my bottom as discreetly as I could.

“Come and lie on the couch. You did so well. You deserve a rest.”

I walked over to the couch. Before I sat, Aunt Kate put down a blue absorbent pad in the middle —“Just in case you leak a little.”

I sat and then Aunt Kate gently guided me to lay down, “Lay down on your left side so that I can clean you up more. That’s it, face away from me.” She went over to the sink and was running the tap. I watched her over my shoulder and she came up behind me and knelt on the floor, “Lift up your top leg so I can clean you.”

I lifted my leg up and forward. I felt the warm moist cloth as she began to wipe sown my inner thighs. The warmth was very pleasant as was her gentle touch and attention. She then even more gently swabbed my scrotum. Then, starting at my tailbone, she worked down between my buttocks. When she got to my bottom hole, she spread me wider with her other hand and then very gently rubbed over my anus. I could feel it involuntarily contract each time she went over it. She made clear that she saw this, “I know. Very sensitive and maybe a little sore now too. I’m going to get something on there in a sec to soothe you. We have some challenges on the afternoon’s agenda, so your bottom is just going to have to make a quick recovery.”

She used a small soft fluffy towel to dry the places she had just cleaned and then took a heated blanket from a warming oven and covered me. She partly uncovered me and spread my bottom, “Here comes some vaseline for that little bottom hole.” I felt her fingertip gently smear the slipperiness over my hole in small circles. The feeling of her finger on me, the warm blanket, and the sense of her presence behind me all combined to give me a profound sense of safety and inner calm. My love for my Aunt Kate was stronger since my arrival. All that had happened between us had changed it in many ways. I drifted off a bit only to be groggily reawakened by Aunt Kate’s phone vibrating. I heard her tiptoe to the other side of the room and quietly answer. I could tell right away that she was talking to Frank. Though she was whispering, I could still hear what she was saying, “Oh yes, we had a very good morning. He took a big enema from me without a fuss and then compliantly expelled it right in front of me. He was very embarrassed, but I can tell the barriers and boundaries are all coming down. He seems to no longer have any expectation of any privacy. He even basically asked me for permission to pee! I know! Can you believe that?! Adorable! I make sure he understands all my affection and concern for him is from my heart and I think that helps him to accept all of this. I know it does!”

Laying on the couch hearing all of this neither surprised me nor upset me. What she was saying was essentially true. Each day, I looked forward more and more eagerly to my time with her no matter what she did to me.